Last year, I went through enough experiences of failure [within a relatively short period of time] to rock me to the core.
My most recent posts have mostly been about that. About looking inside and seeing [and confronting] the inner turmoil which now seemed to define "Chereese".
It is rough.
I'm not necessarily proud of all my moments; of the weakness and darkness my poetry began to represent. The theme of hope was never lost, though perhaps only expressed intermittently. And this being the journal of my trek to self-realisation I own every moment. However, it is time to move up and on with joy.
But what did I hope for?
Indeed, it was to be free of the confusion that comes with the territory when one's identity comes into question.
This means re-turning my gaze to my Lord; away from the pain and uncertainty that is in me and to the clarification and invariability that IS him.
I have discovered His peace, which abundantly covers those who "worry about nothing; instead pray about everything" [Phil 4v6] and I am determined to return to it.
In short, my posts [and my life] shall be less about my pain and more about His reign.